MY SILENCE

Strumming my pain with these fingers
Singing my life with these words
Killing me softly with this song
Killing me softly with this song
Telling my whole life with these words
Killing me softly, with this song

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on

He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair
and then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there,
but he was there the stranger singing clear and strong